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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Here's part 3 (or chapter 4) of my fic Not So Normal. After this installment, I'm planning on uploading the series to ao3 as well as Tumblr so stay tuned for that link to drop!
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterpost
Not So Normal pt3
TW: vague, brief descriptions/mentions of violence, vivisection, and panic attacks
It had been a total accident. His parents were supposed to be halfway to a science convention by then. When Danny floated through the floor and into the kitchen he hadn't expected his mothe- he hadn't expected Maddie to be there. He should have expected the gun in his face a moment later, but definitely not the hole she'd put in his chest before he'd even gotten a word out. It happened so fast. The shouting and shooting, the thermos…
He'd come to on the exam table in the lab, wrists bound, bright light in his face. He could barely make out the figures just beyond it, though he knew exactly who they were. He'd begged and screamed and cried, anything to get them to listen. Jack had gotten Maddie to take a breath and listen for a moment as Danny tried to get it through to them that he was their son!
"I'm Danny, it's me! I'm still me! Please, mom, you've gotta believe me!"
They believed him. He never thought that would make it worse. They became curious in a way they weren't before. Less angry about the dastardly spook they thought had been impersonating their son and more eager to tear into the science experiment they believed legally belonged to them. They called him an abomination that was no longer human and gripped their scalpels with cruel excitement on their faces. He remembered screaming for hours.
Only Clockwork would be able to say how long he'd been like that. All Danny had known was that he was tired and weak, his throat was dry and his entire body ached. He'd been in human form for the whole thing, and though it was much more painful that way, it kept them from getting to his core. He would only ever be grateful for that.
Eventually it was Jazz that had released him. Jack and Maddie had stepped out for dinner believing his restraints would hold his weakened body. They'd been right, he couldn't have escaped on his own, but Jazz had snuck down to the basement right after they'd left and shoved him through the portal, telling him not to come back, it wasn't safe, but to contact her when he knew he was okay. She'd locked the portal's blast door behind him. There, drifting in the vast green of the Realms, he cried and cried until he felt himself fall through a natural portal.
He'd dropped into a dirty alley with a painful thud and couldn't suppress the cry of pain as rocks and dirt pressed into his wounds.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" He'd heard a man call. Gentle but firm hands helped him sit up, his own hands busy keeping his chest closed and smearing the blood and dirt that already covered him. The man gasped in horror as Danny begged for help.
Turns out the man that found him was none other than Bruce Wayne. He was alright as far as billionaires went; far more sane than Vlad at the very least. When Bruce asked what happened all he could get out was that his parents hurt him and he never wanted to go back there. Bruce had decided then and there that he would keep Danny. They'd taken pictures of the damage for court, thinking they would need to build a solid case since Danny was healing up well. He even called in a few favors with his lawyers. The Fentons, though, oh they helped plenty.
"Dr's Fenton, how do you plead?"
"Guilty! That thing is a monster! It belongs to us! That's our experiment! It's fooled you all! You'll see, just wait!"
Several of the officers around the courtroom had to restrain them as Maddie screamed and flailed. Jack was fuming. But much more docile than his wife. The pictures and testimonies had been enough to prove them guilty of child abuse and neglect, but their outburst all but sealed their fate as unsuitable parents. That day, Danny found a new place to call home, and a new family he was ready to die for.
~~•○•~~
Today was the day! Er- night! Tonight was the night! Danny was finally going out on patrol with the bat clan officially. After the events at the warehouse and his family finally learning about his past as Fenton and Phantom, Bruce has asked Danny if he was interested in patrolling with them. Damian had vouched for Danny, doling out thinly veiled compliments about his fighting prowess. Bruce decidedly kept that info to himself. The enthusiasm with which Danny responded had Bruce regretting asking, but it was clear that Danny had been itching to get out there and fight some crime.
Due to his experience, he'd been paired with Nightwing for the night. Dick had cheered at finally getting some one on one time with Danny, pulling him in for the kind of suffocating hug only an older sibling could provide. They had an absolute blast that night. Dick would show off, doing fun, dangerous looking flips off of buildings before firing his grappling hook at the last minute. And Danny could keep up, even as he swung through the air. It made Dick cackle in delight. Quietly of course, they were very stealthy, thank you! (Dick had to be shushed over the coms several times, and Danny was able to keep his laughter to a quiet snicker.)
They'd been on a roll with Danny being able to cover so much ground from so high up. In just the first few hours they'd stopped at least three muggings, recovered a stolen car, and prevented a bank robbery before it had even begun. Hearing his father commend him for a job well done over the coms made him glow with pride. He'd never had so much fun on patrol before. It made his core vibrate with glee.
"Danny, are you… purring?" Dick asked. He heard the others gasp over the coms.
"No! No, now way, I'm absolutely not purring! What gave you that idea?"
"He purrs?" Tim guffawed over the line, and Steph began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Absolutely not!"
"I've found he purrs when he's incredibly happy or content, just like a cat," Damian explained. He could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Aaawwwwwww! I'm happy spending time with you too, baby ghost!" Danny was smothered with another hug.
"Betrayed. By my baby brother! I cannot believe this."
"Settle down everyone! We're still on the clock," came the gruff, authoritative voice of Batman.
Sobering up from the moment, Danny and Dick went back to patrolling. It was starting to get quiet in their area, the others reporting incidents in their own sections of the city. It gave them time to grab a snack before something new popped up.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Nightwing began, taking a bite of his granola bar.
"I am," Danny replied. His snack of choice was a pack of fruit snacks. "Patrolling in my old haunt was exhausting. It was just me and my two friends out there most nights. Fight after fight after fight… I have a sense that lets me detect the presence of other ghosts, and it seemed to go off nonstop there. I was lucky if I got eight hours of sleep in a week, let alone a night." He paused to pop a few snacks in his mouth. Dick was quietly attentive, munching on his granola bar.
"Here, I know I've got someone to watch my back. And it helps that humans are much easier to handle non-violently than ghosts."
"I'm glad you like it here, Phantom," Nightwing said with a smile, using his codename. Danny smiled back, getting ready to toss a few fruit snacks into his mouth but stopping short when a chill unfurled on his chest. He gasped, dropping his snacks. Seemed like their break was over.
"What's wrong?" Nightwing asked alert now, eyes flicking around the area to perceive the threat.
"Get behind me."
"What?"
"Just do it! You're not equipped to fight ghosts!"
At the word ghost, the coms erupted in chaos. Danny shouted at them to stay clear, he could handle it just fine, it was probably a small fry anyways. Dick followed his directions, getting behind Danny but not cowering. No, his big brother was covering his back. Sure enough, about a minute later, three large glowing vultures rose over the edge of the rooftop.
"Awe great, it's the birds with the hats! What do you want?"
"Good evening to you, too, King Phantom," one of them snickered. Danny just scowled.
"Plasmius sent us to, and I quote, 'knock some sense inta ya.'" another one said, making air quotations with the tips of his wings.
"I'll have you know I've got a thermos here with your names on it and no access to a portal. How does an extended stay in Soupland sound?" Danny waved his thermos threateningly at them, a sarcastic smile on his face.
"How does taking your little friend here hostage sound?" The last one threatened, perching his claws on Dick's shoulders. Faster than Dick could blink, Danny had spun around, ice shooting out to freeze the two other two birds, thermos pointed like a gun, while clawed fingers wrapped around the third one's neck. The bird squawked in fear.
Frost swirled dangerously around his aura, and Dick swallowed nervously in the face of its intensity. Danny's eyes were glowing a furious, toxic green, and even though the glare wasn't directed at him, he could feel its anger. Dick had seen him like this at the warehouse, sure. But now, this close, Dick truly understood the sheer power that Danny possessed, the majesty that was this eldritch creature in front of him. Somehow, all he felt in his presence was safe.
Danny growled at the ghost clutching at Nightwing, squeezing until the talons loosened.
"Why did Vlad send you?" He questioned. Absently, Dick thought he reminded him of Bruce in interrogation mode.
"He's mad some other guy adopted you or something, the same usual psycho spiel!"
"What's he planning!"
"I don't know! He was going on about how you're supposed to be his son and was throwing things. He wanted us to come rough up you and your new family. He's real mad, but that's all we know, I swear!"
It was silent for a moment while Danny absorbed the information. He regarded the vulture with cold eyes but didn't release him. He should have known Vlad would try something like this. His adoption wasn't super public but it wasn't like it was a secret either, so he'd been bound to find out. Most ghosts respected him too much as King now to threaten anyone Danny considered family, but Vlad always had his ways. He'd have to take care of it without getting the others involved.
Making up his mind, he hit the button on his thermos, sucking up the frozen ghosts and the ice along with it before swinging it around and shoving the end on the last one's beak, trapping him too. Dick sagged in relief once they were gone and Danny made a fuss about checking his shoulders to make sure he wasn't injured.
"Phantom, what was that about!" Bruce's voice was strained over the coms, likely because he didn't know what to do or how to help. Damn, Danny had forgotten that the others could hear them. At the time it had been a brilliant idea; Danny infusing the coms with ectoplasm meant that not only could Danny use them without causing interference, but they were now some of the most secure lines of communication on earth. There went his plan to keep his family out of it.
"Just some unfinished business," Danny replied, trying to sound unbothered. "The hostiles have been apprehended, and there are no injuries. We're good to continue patrolling."
Dick eyed him skeptically.
"Absolutely not. Turn in for the night you two, we'll debrief at the end of patrol," was Batman's stern order.
"No way, more are bound to show up-"
"Which is why you'll need to teach us how to fight them. We'll need you level headed for that, Phantom. Head back to the cave. We'll talk later."
Danny pouted. He could be level headed and still finish patrol! He could! At least that's what he told himself while he clenched his fists to stop them from shaking. Dick put a comforting hand on his shoulder. It was cold.
"Why don't we have Agent A make us some hot chocolate and we'll tuck in for a movie while we wait for the others," he suggested. The ghost searched his brother's face, seeing concern even underneath his domino.
"Fine," Danny conceded. "But I get to pick the movie."
By the time the others had gotten back to the manor Danny was curled up on the couch, chilly toes tucked underneath his brother's thigh and hands curled around a warm mug while the credits for James Cameron's Avatar rolled on the TV. Damian reached over the back of the couch and gave Danny's shoulder a squeeze, pulling him from his post hot coco daze. They had a meeting to get started.
~~•○•~~
As everyone settled around the meeting table in the cave, Damian made a beeline to the seat next to Danny. He would never admit to anyone that he'd been jealous that Danny had been sent out with Richard. Logically, he knew there was no real reason for Brother to come with Father and himself. He wasn't getting dethroned as Robin, and he had enough experience that Father could trust Danny out with a patrol partner. Still, he'd wanted to be there for his first experience patrolling as a member of the family. After the events of the evening, he wished even more he'd been there.
He'd heard of this Vlad before, and never in a good light, though he knew nothing more than that Danny did not like him. It was clear he'd been a source of great stress before he had come to them. Damian was frustrated that he couldn't be there to put their assailants in their place. It looked as though Danny had never mentioned Vlad to anyone else. Damian didn't know if he was proud or concerned by that. Instead of voicing his thoughts on the matter, he leaned in close to Danny's ear to whisper.
"Are you sure we're not blood related?" Damian asked with a smirk.
"What?" Danny whispered back, confused.
"When you were questioning the, what were they, birds? You sounded like Father." Danny turned to blink at him, trying to process the comment. "It is a compliment, Danny."
"Oh!"
"What are you two whispering about?" Tim asked from across the table. He'd leaned one hand onto the table with the other on his hip like an amused mother who'd caught her children conspiring.
"It's none of your concern, Drake." Danny chuckled and shrugged at him, miming zipping his lips shut.
"Alright, mission report, Phantom," Bruce interrupted, approaching the table and throwing a folder down. "What was tonight about?" Danny took a deep breath to keep himself calm.
"An old thorn in my side. The vulture ghosts were sent by a guy who used to bother me back in Amity Park. Had this crazy idea that if he killed my family, he could have me all to himself as some little heir to his evil empire. Seems he heard about my adoption."
Bruce frowned deep at that. So he was a threat to be concerned about. Good thing he'd done some research on ghost weapons then. He tapped the folder.
"If he'll be sending more ghosts to attack us, then we need to know how to fight them. I've taken the liberty of doing some research on weaponry. DalvCo is willing-"
"Absolutely not!" Danny stopped him short. Bruce barely stopped himself from groaning. It had been a long night, and now was not the time to be argumentative.
"We need weapons. This isn't up for discussion."
"That wasn't a request, Bruce. As High King of the Infinite Realms, I forbid my family from doing business with DalvCo and, subsequently, Vlad 'Plasmius' Masters, who owns it." Bruce's face contorted with understanding after his words. The others were quick to catch on. He heard Dick grumble about how the name wasn't even clever, and it made Danny smirk.
"Besides," Danny continued, a sly grin overtaking his face. His teeth were a little too sharp in his mouth. "I have a much better plan. Tim, how do you feel about mad science?"
Tim's eyes gleamed, and his grin, teeth less sharp and far more human, matched Danny's.
"You can build weapons?" Damian guessed next to him. Danny glowed with pride.
"Of course I can, I'm Daniel Fenton-Wayne, after all!"
~~•○•~~
Meanwhile, in Soupland
"I told you we shoulda just told him what was up, then got outta there."
"How was I supposed to know he was gonna ice you two?"
"Oh, please, the ice was tame. He souped us! He said he doesn't have access to a portal and he souped us!"
"That's what we get for threatening someone close to our King."
"Exactly, we shouldn'ta done that. We're too old for this!"
"I may be old, but I'm not deaf. Stop shouting in my ear, loud mouth!"
"Well, then get your wing outta my face, flabby feathers!"
"In case you haven't noticed, IT'S FROZEN!"
"We coulda been on a tropical southern island by now if it weren't for that Plasmius jerk pitting us against Phantom."
"Yeah!"
"Yeeaah!"
"We should work for the King from now on."
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#fanfiction#long post#dick grayson#batman#brief descriptions of uncomfy#those vultures wearing fez#soupland#vlads up to his usual shit#protective danny#eldritch danny#ghost king danny#danny purrs when hes happy#the end is referencing an alternate scene i debated writing but decided not to for the drama#Not So Normal#Not So Normal pt3#more big brother danny next time#more damian wayne next time#no beta we die like danny
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So i’ve started to watch euphoria and i’m like legit OBSESSED i’ve binged watched the first season in a fucking day I NEED MORE
#i also need every man in this show except fez to like die right now#also protect lexie to all costs she deserves ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN THIS WORLD#her costume as bob ross? *chef’s kiss*#euphoria
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The Video Gaming Major Arcana
The latest patron episode of Into The Aether/@intothecast asked the boys to decide a video game for every Major Arcana card. They ran out of time on it and only got 2/3s thru
my ass was like "Challenge Accepted"
0 - The Fool - Dragon Quest
(The Fool is infinite potential and is at the start of a long journey. DQ as a series is a long-running, is a bedrock of the medium, and has done its own takes on everything from pokemon to minecraft, and it either did it first or did it better.)
1 - The Magician - Metroid and Zelda
(The Magician is the first person the Fool meets and is a guide for the journey. The Magician is associated strongly with teaching and with tools. Metroid and Zelda both are foundational works and they revolve around gating player process through tools.)
2 - The High Priestess - FEZ
(The High Priestess is another guide, but sits before the veil, keeping guard over arcane, hidden knowledge and deciding when to share the secrets of the universe. FEZ is one of the Big Games that hide under layers and layers of mystery.)
3 - The Empress - Stardew Valley
(The Empress presides over growth and cultivation of her kingdom, sitting in a field with wheat in hand. SDV is chiefly about taking care of your own domain, the farm and the wider village.)
4 - The Emperor - Civilization
(The Emperor is the firm hand of government and can be an important navigator in chaos but also is angered by lack of obedience and losing control. Civ is all about steering every aspect of a nation and protecting it viciously.)
5 - The Hierophant - Pokemon
(The Hierophant is a cultural, societal leader that gains power from people who believe similarly but subsequently is very set in their ways. Pokemon is a huge phenomenon that unites people of all ages, but also struggles heavily with innovation and progress.)
6 - The Lovers - Journey
(The Lovers aren't necessarily smoochy-smoochy, but represent a Decision, joining hands with another person and striding into the future together. It's Journey. If you know, you know.)
7 - The Chariot - Bethesda's Catalog
(The Chariot is a tumultuous, potent card. They hold onto the reins of powerful beasts and drive forward, blazing a new path. But if they lose grip, everything goes to hell. Bethesda's works tend to have this incredible ambition to them, and when they hit, they HIT, but when they miss, it's dramatic.)
8 - Justice - Dark Souls
(Justice is the system and its enforcement of its rules, whether they feel fair or arbitrary. I feel DS fits it well-- it relentlessly follows its own rules and is firm in them, which can either draw players in or seem cruel and unwelcoming.)
9 - The Hermit - Immortality
(The Hermit is a wise person who gained specialized knowledge but through great personal sacrifice. They find it difficult to share their knowledge because they essentially traded that ability to communicate easily for the wisdom. Immortality has some deeply complicated concepts to communicate, but its methods and the basic mechanics it uses are to some people impossible to understand.)
10 - (Wheel of) Fortune - Spelunky
(Fortune is the card of pure luck and the whims of fate and how you survive being caught in its spokes. Spelunky is a pure Rogue-like as opposed to a Rogue-lite and there is no knowing what the procgen will give you.)
11 - Strength - Undertale
(Strength is specifically about emotional control and fortitude. It's not about slaying the lion, but holding it, keeping it from lashing out. Undertale is a game that asks the player to endure emotional struggles both against the mechanics and against their own inclinations.)
12 - The Hanged Man - Signalis
(OH BOY ITS MY FAVE CARD. The thing about the Hanged Man is that it's a test, a gamble, a deal. The Hanged Man is not hung from the neck, this is not an execution, they are inverted. They choose to be inverted in the hopes of gaining some Insight into the universe, but in doing so risk madness or obsession or doom. Signalis is both a game about a protagonist going through this and also a game that will put the player through this if they aren't careful.)
13 - The Nameless Arcana - Braid
(I'm not even personally a fan of Braid, but I believe it is one of the handful of Original Indie Games. The very existence and popularity of Braid and its contemporaries showed that games outside the big studios could hit big. Braid (or Cave Story for the PC crowd) altered the landscape.
14 - Temperance - Yakuza
(Temperance is the melding of disparate elements that should not go together into something grand and new, and maintaining that balance. Yakuza manages to be genuine and profound not in spite of its strange mixture of tones and mechanics but because of them.)
15 - The Devil - Genshin Impact
(I don't feel the need to elaborate on this one.)
16 - The Tower - Shenmue
(The Tower is total upheaval and where it all comes crashing down, where ambition crumbles and brings an institution down with it. Shenmue is not solely to blame for the failure of the Dreamcast and Sega's exit from the console arena, but it contributed to it and is emblematic of that seachange.)
17 - The Star - Mass Effect
(The Star is a beacon in the darkness, a distant light that indicates not so much a goal, but that the journey will continue. Mass Effect is a landmark title that maybe didn't execute on half the things it tried, strangled by its own scope, but it still showed what games could do, broadening the possibility space. It is hope for greater experiences and art.)
18 - The Moon - Metal Gear
(The Moon illuminates the path through the darkness, but creates illusions in the reflections, demanding the querent move forward with care or they will go astray, go mad. Is Metal Gear really deep? Is it the closest triple-A games get to arthouse? Does it have meaning? Or is it a mess? Is it too Problematique to justify it's big ideas? Is it all just really, really stupid? Or is it genius?)
19 - The Sun - Tetris Effect
(The Sun comes at the end of a long, arduous journey. It is the sigh of relief, the tears of release, the light to finally see how far you've come. Tetris Effect is the latest iteration of one of the oldest formulas ever, and it's brilliant and celebratory and invites everyone to take part in its joy.)
20 - Judgement - Pathologic
(Judgement is all-seeing and all-knowing, the final tally and the reckoning. So is Pathologic. Few experiences demand so much from the player, and few games are so brutally honest in answering the player's decisions. In Pathologic, you will get what you deserve.)
21 - The World - The Outer Wilds
(The beginning is the end is the beginning. Completion and totality and holistic understanding of Everything. It's gotta be Outer Wilds.)
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hi ive been obsessed w fez for the last two weeks and ur fics are the best ones.
i am literally obsessed w u so thank u for helping me w my ‘fez fever’
i live for the fez x reader x (platonic) ash. i love when ash and reader banter and tease eachother 😭
I LOVE UU
I love writing this trope SO MUCH.
"You guys know you could do this anywhere else but here." Ash's deep groan from the other side of the room forces Fez away from me, my lips chasing his as he backs away from me. His hands stabilize me on each side of my hips, my legs hanging off the edge of the counter between us. "Like fucking go make out in the car or some shit." I bite back a giggle at Ash's complaining, watching Fez's cheeks redden in embarrassment and his chest puff in protectiveness.
"Oh, is our love bothering you?" I call out over my shoulder, not needing to see the look on Ash's face to know he's beyond disgusted and beyond annoyed.
"You guys are like fucking rabbits, always making out and shit." I push Fez away from me with a huff, hopping down from the counter so I can peer under the cabinet at Ash who sits in the living room, draped across the loveseat.
"Then leave the room Ash, no one's asking you to hang around." Fez groans, giving me a sorry look as his hand rubs up and down my back.
"It's my goddamn house-"
"And I pay the goddamn bills so I'll kiss my woman where I want." I can't fight the laugh that leaves me this time, Fez's hand slapping over my mouth instantly and Ash gives me a deadly look.
"Boys, seriously. I think I know what's going on." I push Fez away from me and wave my hands between them, stepping away from Fez so I can approach Ash with hands held up, mocking surrender. "I think Ash misses me." I throw a pout his way, reaching out to tug him up from the couch and into my arms.
"Fuck no, get out of here." He scoffs, trying to push me away but he doesn't try hard enough because I just continue to smother him with love, pressing kisses to the top of his head as he whines. "Stop tryna hug me, Y/n."
"C'mere munchkin." I coo and he finally gives up with a huff, patting my back in an exasperated attempt to please my 'insanity'. "I think Ash just needs a hug." Fez chuckles from the doorway, looking between his brother and I with a fond expression.
"You're mean to him." Fez sighs, folding his arms over his chest and I throw him a sassy wink.
"It's good for his character development." Ash finally pushes me away, deciding he's had enough of my love and before he can storm out, I can see the light blush on his cheeks.
Success.
"Fuck character development and fuck both of y'all."
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When you've only got one optical sensor (like Oliver), you've gotta do everything in your power to protect it should you come face to face with ionizing radiation, intense glows or anything of the like!
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Communication Barriers pt. 2
fezco x fem!reader (part one here)
summary: you begin doubting your endurance when everything becomes overwhelming.
warning: mentions of alcohol use/being tipsy, again jail stuff, swearing.
wc: ±3400 (omg?)
a/n: thank you sm for all the love on the first part, here's a kiss for each one of you 💋
gif not mine, all credit to original creator.
You were practically running through the house to get to the phone. You knew it was Fez calling and you had some very special news to share with him.
"Hey baby, how you doin'?" his calm voice spoke. "Well, you are officially talking to a Registered Nurse Fez," you said smiling from ear to ear. "Shit baby, forreal?" he asked, shock evident in his voice. "Yep," you said popping the p and playing with the dainty gold bracelet Rue had gotten you for your birthday.
"I'm so so proud of you baby. My smart girl, you deserve this," he said. His words made your stomach flutter and heat spread across your face. "Thank you baby," you smiled. "When's the graduation ceremony?" he asked. "In a few weeks," you answered, "I'm gonna be walking that stage, and then you're gonna have to call me nurse Y/L/N everytime you call."
He laughed lightly before saying, "Alright nurse bighead." You gave an over dramatic gasp into the phone making sure he could hear it. "I'm sorry baby," he laughed. "Mhm," you said trying to sound mad, "Ash's here, I'm gonna put him on okay?"
After him and Ash talked and the call ended, Fez couldn't help the guilty feeling creeping up on him. He wouldn't get to be there on your special day and the thought was consuming him. He wanted to show his support, but he could only do as much.
The feeling kept gnawing at him. He was missing a lot of important milestones in both your and Ash's life and he's not going to get a second chance at sharing those with you physically. He just prayed that you would wait for him, and understand why he couldn't be there.
⋆˚⊹
You arrived home at around eleven thirty, graduation gown and cap clasped in one hand and your heels and keys in the other. Your purse was cluthed tightly underneath your arm, along with you diploma that you wisely decided to protect in a carry folder, as you struggled to unlock the door.
When you finally got inside you threw everything on the kitchen table and threw yourself on the couch. You and some of your classmates decided to go out for a few drinks after your graduation ceremony to celebrate. A few quickly turned into a little more than a few and now you found yourself spread across the couch with a nice buzz and two very sore feet.
The house is too quiet you thought to yourself. You pulled your upper body upright to place yourself in a seated position. The move made your head spin and you had to sit in silence for several moments before calling out. "Ash!" you called loudly, maybe a bit too loudly. When no one replied, you shouted again, louder. "What!" he shouted back, voice raspy from sleep and obviously angry that you had woken him up. "Are you alright?" you asked quietly. "What the fuck?" he whispered to himself before shouting back louder, "yeah man, now leave me alone."
"Okay, goodnight. Love you," you whispered, more to yourself. You found yourself almost calling out for Fez, until it hit you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you suddenly found yourself breaking down on the couch, head in your hands as you sobbed quietly. This time spent without him was awful. You had a lot more responsibilities to take care of, and you had to do it alone, not to mention your studies and your job kept you constantly busy, and you barely had any time to relax. You had to be a mother, a caretaker, a good employee and a student all at once, and you were beginning to feel overwhelmed by everything.
You were so tired, overwhelmed and stressed out but most of all you felt lonely. Coming home after a long day to no one and not having someone to physically comfort you when you were feeling down took a toll on you. You wanted more than anything to be able to be in your boyfriend's arms, and have him hold you until you felt okay again, but you couldn't, because he wasn't there and he wasn't going to be there for a while.
But you couldn't afford to break down now, not when so many people depended on you. So you quicky wiped off your tears and pulled yourself back together, heading to the bathroom to try and sober up before bed. On your way to the bathroom, you passed Marie's room. You went in to pull the blanket further up over her arms and checked that everything was still okay. "Goodnight," you whispered before closing her door and continuing your journey.
You took of your make-up and got out of the uncomfortable dress you were wearing, brushed your teeth and made your way to the bed. After a few moment you were knocked out cold.
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Fez had sent you a letter saying that he wasn't allowed calls for a few weeks because he had gotten into a fight. He wasn't allowed to say anything more about it, but he told you that he'd send you letters in the meantime. You were curious to know what happened, but you decided to not ask him about it. You knew his calls were being monitored and the letters were getting read beforehand, and you didn't want to loose another form of communication.
In the meantime, you were busier than ever. You were working on your resume, looking for a new job while still covering extra shifts at your current one. You also had to help Ash, who had finals coming up while also taking care of Marie, not to mention the shop, that you had to manage on weekends. You had a lot on your plate, and before you knew it the weeks were over and Fez could call again. You hadn't even noticed how fast time had passed.
You were sitting at the kitchen table helping Ash with his homework, the TV playing softly in the background and the smell of gingerbread filling the house from the cookies that sat cooling down in the oven. When you had deemed them ready, you grabbed your oven mits and carefully placed the tray on the stove. The phone rang and you quickly removed the mits and made your way over to the couch, ruffling Ash's short hair as you passed him. You pressed one and placed the receiver to your ear, excited to hear your boyfriend's voice again.
"Hey," you smiled, looking over at Ash who was visibly struggling with his History essay. "Hey ma, was beginning to think you forgot about me," Fez spoke softly. "What do you mean?" you asked confusedly. "You haven't been answering my calls," he said flatly. "You called?"
"Yeah, baby. Last week, twice." he answered. "Shit," you said, "I'm sorry, I've been so busy with work, and Ash has finals coming up, so that. And about a million other things. I was barely even at home, I'm sorry baby."
"It's okay," he said, "almost thought you replaced me or some shit."
This made you furrow your brows. "What?" you asked. He could immediately hear the anger in your voice, and he knew he fucked up. He didn't even have reason to think that way at all; he knew you'd never ever be disloyal, but when you hadn't answered his calls his mind had wondered to the very worst case scenarios.
In honesty he was scared, he didn't want to let you go, but he knew it wasn't ideal making you wait for him throughout his sentence. He was selfish though, he didn't want to let you go either, and the thought of you with someone else made his stomach churn.
"I was jus' jokin baby," he spoke, trying to calm you down, but you weren't having it. "Well it wasn't fucking funny, Fez," you snapped back. At the mention of Fez's name, Ash raised his head from the paper and looked at you. "It wasn't funny because I'm out here working my ass off trying to keep everything afloat and you accuse me of cheating?" you tried keeping your voice low so that Ash couldn't hear the conversation. "Do you really think that of me?"
"No baby, of course not, I was jus' jokin y'know that," Fez spoke, desperately trying to diffuse the situation, "It was a stupid joke. You wasn't answering and I just got a lil worried, is all." You scoffed. "You don't have to worry about me cheating, Fez, because I love you and I wanna be with you, no one else," you sneered before placing the phone against your chest, not waiting for his reply.
"Ash you wanna talk to your brother?" you asked. He hesitated, clearly aware that the two of you just had a falling out, but nodded anyway and made his way to the phone. "Ash wants to talk to you," you said cutting off whatever apology he was in the middle of and handing Ash the phone.
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You hadn't spoke to Fez since your last argument. Maybe it was a bit petty, but you were extremely hurt by what he said, even if he did mean it as a joke. You would never even think of cheating, ever, and the fact that he thought that of you made your heart ache. It took you such a long time to gain Fez's trust when you first started dating, so why on earth would he think you'd throw all that away?
You were sitting on your bed reading through some old magazines that layed around the house, when you heard a knock on the door. "Come in," you said absent-mindedly, too preoccupied with reading from the gossip column that was once of relevance back in 2019.
Ash opened the door softly and made his way inside. "Fez wants to talk to you," he said. You grimaced at the mention of your boyfriend.
Every time he had called you would hand the phone to Ash so that at least he could talk to his brother. Just because you were angry at him doesn't mean that Ash had to suffer.
"Ion wanna talk to him," you mumbled, not lifting your head from the magazine. "He said it's urgent," Ash countered. That was not exactly what he had said. It went more along the lines of I'm not playing with you Ash, give her the fuckin' phone.
You sighed before begrudgingly getting up from bed and making your way to the phone. "Hi," you spoke quietly into the phone. "Hey ma. How you doin' baby?" he asked warily. "Okay," you answered shortly. He sighed loudly. You were obviously still mad at him. "Look baby," he started, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, "I'm sorry for sayin all that shit, I know you'd never do sum like that."
"Do you?" you asked. "Yeah, baby I do. I know you love me, and I love you. I'm really sorry Y/N, it was jus' my own insecurities talkin," he said softly. "You shouldn't have to feel that way," you said, "I'd never do that, ever. I love you way too much."
"I know baby, can you forgive me?" You thought about it briefly. Yes, you were still a little pissed at him, but you missed him, and you missed hearing his voice. "You say some shit like that again—" you started. "I know baby, you can come beat me up personally," he interrupted. You couldn't help but laugh. The sound made Fez's heart soar. "I missed your voice, baby," Fez spoke up.
"I missed yours too," you replied, smiling.
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When Fez first arrived in jail, he had to complete a shit ton of paperwork. One of these was a Visitor Information form. You were on of the first people he had added on the list, along with a few friends he considered close. He had finished his part of the form and the rest was sent back to you to complete.
You completed your part of the form and sent it back, waiting to be approved. It's been months since then, and you've almost forgot about it.
"Guess what baby?" Fez started, as you sat on the bed, painting your nails with your phone laying next to you on speaker. "What?" you asked, your interest piqued by the obvious excitement in his voice. "You've been approved for visits," he said. You shot op from bed, almost knocking over the bottle of nail polish. You hastily grabbed everything and placed them on the dresser next to the bed, no longer interested in your nails. "Are you serious Fez?!" you shouted excitedly. "Yeah baby, you and Ash can come see me."
You shrieked with happiness, you were finally going to see Fez's face after months of only hearing him over the phone. You hadn't even realized you were crying until you spoke up again. "Baby I'm so happy! When can we come? What should I wear? Can I bring food? What about—"
"Slow down baby! We'll talk about it all next time okay?" Fez interrupted. "Okay," you sighed, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "I'm finally gonna see you," you smiled to yourself. "Yeah baby, I can't wait," Fez spoke through the phone. Before long your time had run out and Fez had to go once again. You still found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to calm your nerves. Even your hands were shaking from excitement. When you looked down at them you saw your fresh manicure ruined.
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Visiting an inmate came with a lot of rules you also had to follow. You spent hours looking up all the things you were and were not allowed to do when you'd go visit Fez.
You had been urged to visit alone at first before bringing Ash along. Before being allowed in the visiting room you had been patted down thoroughly and passed through a metal detector. You were expected to dress according to the rules of the prison, and you were not allowed to bring anything along with you.
You made your way into the small room and sat down in the booth that had been indicated. You stared through the glass pane that separated you and nervously waited for Fez to appear on the other side. It wasn't a very busy day, an older lady sat two chairs from you, talking to a young man, who you assumed is most likely her son.
The door on the other side of the glass opened and when you saw Fez walking in your heart skipped about ten beats. The ugly orange jumpsuit sat baggy on his frame and looked to be about 2 sizes too big for him. When he saw you sitting on the other side of the booth a smile made it's way on his face, and his feet quickly carried him to the seat across from you.
You don't know how long the two of you stared at each other. Maybe it was a minute, or an hour, until he picked up the phone next to him and placed it to his ear. He gestured towards where your phone hung and you quickly mimicked him, placing the phone to your ear with shaky hands.
You've been waiting for this moment for months, and now you didn't even know what to say. What do you say to someone you haven't seen in months?
"Hi," was the only thing you could think of.
"Hey nurse Bighead," he said, a small smile appearing on his face. You saw it, you got to see him smile again with your own two eyes, and the sight almost brought you to tears. "Shut up," you breathed, rolling your eyes playfully.
"I could always go," he joked, and laughed when he saw your face turn into a scowl.
"You look good ma," he said quietly. You took a second to look down at your outfit. You weren't allowed to wear anything too revealing or suggestive, so you went with the safe option of a pair of old jeans and a fluffy crew neck jersey, considering it'd been getting cold outside. You had even foregone doing a full face of makeup. In reality you were so nervous this morning that you were hardly functioning.
"You think so?" you asked shyly. "Of course ma," he replied, "I always think you look good. Prettiest girl in the world." The heat on your cheeks was engulfing, and the smile on your face never faltered.
It felt so good being able to see his face when talking to him. To see him laugh at one of your stupid jokes and to see his pretty eyes looking at you through the thick glass that separated you. Even after all this time apart, the adoration in his eyes never once dulled. He still looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, and to him maybe you did. It wasn't until you came along that he had noticed how pretty the sky could be at night or how the last bits of sun disappearing behind the horison was the best part of a busy day. You made him notice the little things in life, kept him down to earth and gave him a new set of eyes. He loved you for that, and he loved you for every other thing about you too, even the things you didn't find appealing.
"How long has it been even?" you asked quietly. Time seemed to stretch into one long, exhausting day ever since he's been gone; you've even lost count of how longs he's been away. "Eight months," he replied. Eight months? It's been Eight months.
"Just a little longer, right?" He nodded slowly before speaking up again. "I really appreciate everything you do for me, Y/N. Takin' care of everything on that side." "I don't mind," you said softly. "Well I do," he replied, "you should be out havin fun. I'm s'pose to be looking after you, now you gotta handle all that shit on your own." You shrugged, giving him a small smile. "I'd do it forever if I had to. I'd wait for you forever if I had to."
You could see the tears forming in his eyes, and for a second you thought he might actually cry. But he quickly pulled himself together and readjusted his grip on the phone to his other hand and ear. "I don't deserve you ma," he said after a short moment. You smiled, shaking your head. "No you don't," you joked and he gave you a small laugh.
Before long you had to say goodbye once again. You were beginning to grow tired of having to say goodbye. Of having to leave him and not have him close to you and not being able to feel his warmth against you. The ability to see him did little to stop the yearning to touch him and feel him, but It'd have to do for now. You just had to pray and wait, and hold out a little longer.
You placed your hand againt the glass, and he mimicked your movement, placing his bigger hand over yours. How cliché you thought to yourself, but you couldn't find it in you to care. Maybe if you closed your eyes, you could imagine you felt the heat of his hand seeping through the glass. But you didn't want to close your eyes, because it would be another moment where you didn't get to see him. You wouldn't dare close your eyes; you wanted to engrave this image of him, sitting in the small chair in the ugly jumpsuit smiling so prettily at you, behind your fucking eyelids.
"I love you," he said with a breathy voice. "I love you too," you smiled. The guard who had been standing a few feet away from him moved closer and you knew your time was up. You moved the hand that was still pressed against the glass to your mouth, placing a small kiss on your fingertips and placing it back on his hand, before placing the phone back on the wall, the sound already cut off.
He did the same to his phone and stood up, following the guard's lead. You gave him a little wave as he made his way out the door and back to his cell.
Just a little longer...
#fez x reader#fezco x reader#fezco x y/n#fezco fic#fez euphoria#fezco#fez fanfic#fez x y/n#euphoria fic#euphoria x reader#likedovesinthewindd
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With the release of Hazbin Hotel, a discussion on Discord let the idea of Stanford Pines as an Overlord in hell. And here’s the result!
Thanks @mother-ofthe-universe for the idea!
And @brightdrawings wrote these little ficlet to go with it
When Ford fell through the portal he would change in ways that no one could expect. So much so that when he returned to the nightmare realm and then to his home dimension, to his own twin he seemed unrecognizable. Sharp golden teeth filled his mouth, which was now stretched in a twisted smile. Pages litereed his body, flicking through themselves often at random. His nose was covered in glowing cracks. But the strangest of all were his eyes. His left was glowing yellow, bright like a certain demon he dealt with. But his right? it was a deep crimson, worse than bloodshot and very unnatural. Worse than that were the two other eyes that opened above and below them.
His re-introduction to his family was a shaky affair. He scoffed at his brother and gave the twins a half glance. He walked his way up the stairs to the main floor and with a flick of his wrist, several ink whisps burst out of the pages on his body and started to attack the government agents assaulting the shack. From hundreds all that stood were two. Agents powers and Trigger. They looked around in horror as Ford smiled maliciously at them.
"wh-what did you do to our men?" Powers stammered.
"I merely, took note of them." Stanford smirked. The pages on his body began to flick through themselves, revealing the faces of the agents he had attacked. each of them twisting in horror and pain. Extensive notes on each person were written around them, but flicked passed too fast for anyone but him to notice. "Unfortunately, there wasn't much for me to learn."
"Well release them!" Trigger stood up, trying his best to intimidate Ford.
"Now, now, that's no way to talk with a demon." Ford's teeth gleamed in the afternoon sun. "You have to make a deal."
"D-demon?" Trigger was taken aback. "b-but"
"You see, Thirty years ago I was tricked by a demon, a lesser one in all honesty. but a demon nonetheless. Due to him I was sent away. And during my travels, i realized, why should i suffer under him? I could be so much BETTER!”
But any good Overlord needs a faithful Hound
"You always were so keen on protecting me in our youth, weren't you? Perhaps a new form will be of use for your new...role in life." Stanford grinned wickedly. Then with a snap of his fingers the ink wisps emerged from the pages on his body and began to swirl around Stan. In mere moments he was encapsulated in a sphere of dark demonic ink.
"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper and Mabel cried. but they were unable to reach their uncle.
"You two will remain, the conditions of our agreement was your safety in exchange for his loyalty. And I will not allow you to get in my way."
While the twins struggled the ink continued to swirl around their uncle. The pages on Ford's body fluttered and turned until they all fell on the same imposing design of a bi-pedal wolf. Horned and dripping with blood. Just as the picture appeared on Ford's body, the ink surrounding his twin shot back into the pages, leaving Stan in a heap on the floor. The twins squirmed in Ford's grasp, but his hold was inescapable.
"Get up Stanley. It's time to get to work."
"You could at least give a guy a chance to get used to changing. Jerk." Stanley slowly pushed himself up. The first thing he noticed were his hands. Once they were hairy normal human hands. Nails needing a bit of work but nothing out of the ordinary. But now they were furry and clawed. Sitting up he observed how his new hands were much hairier, dark gray fur with sharp claws jutting out of each finger. On the underside were soft pads black as ink. Slowly he moved his hands up his chest, feeling the tears in his suit, where his new more muscular body and fur poked out. Until he reached his head. In the process of being attacked his fez had been knocked off. In place of his thinning gray hair were two ears on top of his head and a pair of long pointed horns.
"What did you do to me?" He muttered.
"I helped you play your part of a loyal hellhound much better. No more brittle old man bones here." Ford cackled. His voice echoed through the woods.
If this au was ever to get a name… i think it would be Sinners AU or Overlord AU. It does resemble the One of Us AU, but Ford didn’t became a demon because he took Bill’s deal.
Hope you like!
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#fanart#gravity falls fanart#digital sketch#ford pines#stan pines#gf#demon Ford#Overlord#hazbin hotel#hazbin art#my artwork
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Cmindsried's Multi Masterlist
Here you'll find an about me section along with all links to my stories and my other pages where you can find me :)
Stranger Things Masterlist
@eddiemsbitch
Direct Link to the Stranger things master list: Here
Eddie Munson
There is no shame in running - Eddie X reader
Step up or Step down - Eddie x reader (ft. your daughter)
Bat-shit crazy - Eddie x reader
Game night with the guest of honor - Eddie x reader (ft. your daughter)
Vecna's curse- Eddie x reader
Younger brother’s idol- Eddie x Wheeler! Reader
Dinner and cuddles - Eddie x Wheeler! Reader
Y/n to the rescue - Eddie x Reader
Stuck with him - Eddie x reader
Protecting each other- Eddie x reader
Eddie The Banished to the rescue- Eddie x reader
Eddie my love - Eddie x reader
The Walking Dead Masterlist
@grimessbitch
Original Masterlist: Here
Rick Grimes
Devil's sister 1/3
Devil's sister 2/3
Devil's sister 3/3
Daryl Dixon
I'll always protect you - Oneshot
I love you - Oneshot
Admitting to Daryl you have feelings while babysitting the Grimes kids
Mafia! Daryl -requested
Secrets - uncle! Daryl
Learning for you -requested
trauma - oneshot
Euphoria Masterlist
@fezcosbluntroller
Original Masterlist: Here
Fezco
Go to - Platonic Ash x reader, future/past Fez x reader
Going home - fez x reader, platonic ash x reader
Bruises - fez x reader, past nate x reader
Family protects family - fez x reader, platonic ash x reader
Possessive much? Fez x reader
Dealer's house 1/2
Best Drug is you 2/2
Losing you 1/4
Ashtray
Pillow forts and arguments - platonic ash x reader
The Last Of Us (Tv Show)
@cliickermiller
Ellie
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Joel
Mean Spirits and Bread Cakes - Joel Miller x Reader - Requested
Suits (USA)
@specterllaw
Main Suits Masterlist: Here
Harvey Specter
Big Brother- Harvey Specter x Reader! Ross
Y/n Specter - Big Brother! Harvey/ Mike Ross x Reader
Fucking The Boss - Harvey x Reader Part One
Fucking The Boss - Harvey x Reader - Part Two - Smut
Mike Ross
Mommy or Ma'am - Mike Ross x reader- Smut
Dad Or Harvey - Dad! Harvey/ Mike Ross x Reader
#daryl dixon x reader#eddie munson x reader#fezco x reader#fez x reader fluff#gaten matarazzo x reader#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes#suits#suits usa#mike ross#donna paulsen#harvey specter#harvey specter x reader#mike ross x reader#daryl dixon#twd daryl#the walking dead daryl#daryl x reader#daryl dixion imagine#tlou hbo#tlou#ellie tlou#tlou2#tlou fanfiction#the last of us#the last of us hbo#ellie williams#joel and ellie#joel miller#joel x reader
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Rory's Brother
11th Doctor x Male Reader
You stand in the cozy living room of your brother Rory and his wife Amy, listening to their animated stories about a man called the Doctor. They recount their adventures in time and space, the incredible sights, and the danger they faced. As they speak, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and skepticism. After all, how much of these fantastical tales could be true?
Suddenly, a loud, wheezing noise fills the air, making everyone turn in surprise. The room is bathed in an otherworldly light as the TARDIS materializes right in the middle of the living room. The doors swing open, revealing the eleventh Doctor with his characteristic bow tie and fez. He grins expectantly, assuming he's just landed in the presence of the Ponds.
"Ah, Ponds! Always a pleasure," the Doctor exclaims, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. His eyes widen as he notices you standing there. "Bring him too, Ponds. I like the look of him."
Rory, ever the protective older brother, steps forward with a cautious expression. "That'll be my brother, Doctor..."
The Doctor's face lights up with curiosity. "Another Pond!"
You interject, feeling a bit awkward, "I'm...I'm not a Pond..."
Amy chuckles and nudges you playfully. "Yeah, you are."
With a dismissive wave, the Doctor ushers all three of you into the TARDIS. The moment you step inside, your jaw drops. The interior is much larger than you could have imagined, with a dazzling array of buttons, switches, and glowing panels.
The Doctor grins, delighted by your amazement. "Welcome aboard! Always a pleasure to have new company. Now, Ponds, show your brother around. I have a feeling he's going to love it here."
As Rory begins to guide you through the TARDIS, the Doctor fiddles with the controls, preparing for the next adventure. Amy watches with a fond smile as you take in the surreal surroundings.
"Isn't it amazing?" she asks.
You nod, still in awe. "I never thought I'd see anything like this."
Rory laughs, patting you on the back. "Just wait until you're hurtling through time and space. It's a whole different experience."
The Doctor interrupts, calling everyone to attention. "Allons-y!" he shouts, pulling a lever and sending the TARDIS into motion. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—disorienting and thrilling at the same time.
As the TARDIS hurtles through time, the Doctor regales you with tales of his past adventures, and you find yourself drawn into the mesmerizing world of the Time Lord. Amy and Rory share knowing glances, recognizing the familiar sparkle in your eyes—the same wonder they once had when they first joined the Doctor on his travels.
The journey unfolds with laughter, danger, and discovery. The Doctor's enthusiasm is infectious, and by the end of it, you can't help but feel like part of the TARDIS crew. As the familiar wheezing sound announces your return to Rory and Amy's living room, you're left with a mix of emotions—gratitude for the extraordinary experience and a newfound connection with the enigmatic Doctor.
#doctor who x male reader#doctor who x reader#doctor x male reader#doctor x reader#the doctor x male reader#the doctor x reader#11th doctor x reader#11th doctor#eleventh doctor x reader#eleventh doctor#11th doctor x you#the doctor x you#doctor who#doctor who imagine
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Playboy
Theodore nott x reader (3rd person)
Word count: idk (there's really not like enemies to lovers in this one maybe if I do a part 2?)
Warnings: underage drinking? Swearing not that much glass breaking
A/n: hello update on my life my mom is OKAY THANK THE LORD I change fandoms but I’ll still right Coriolanus fics if you send requests!
Summary: I was thinking about that one scene in Euphoria in the 1 ep in season 2 where Fez slashes the bottle into Nate’s head saying happy new years and was like this would make a nice fic (IM SORRY IF THIS IS PURE DOG SHIT)
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Y/n L/n and Theodore Nott were both famously known in their house Gryffindor and Slytherin each had their reputation Y/n was nice and caring, Sweet a surprise she wasn't in Hufflepuff The thing that made her a Gryffindor was how bold she was and acting before thinking she had sent a lot of females to the hospital wing while Theodore was smart looks slick like a snake and in one word a Playboy doesn't matter what kind of girl she could be seeing someone he didn't give fuck.
Something they both have in common is that they have a feud Theodore has a new girl each week or even days before leaving them heartbroken and Y/n is there to heal it for them but Theo likes seeing how their hearts fall to his empty promises his empty words leaving like a ghost.
Theodore originally dated Y/ns closet friends and when he left her friend brokenhearted it sent her friend into a spiral of depression so bad that the poor girl transferred wizarding schools.
But currently, Y/n has found herself at a house party celebrating new years it had Hufflepuffs, Ravencloths, Slytherins, and Gryffindor.
Y/n had arrived earlier at the party with a few of her friends and she had on a black Minnie skirt paired with a black belt and black boots with a white off-the-shoulder top and access jewelry pretty makeup for the occasion and her (c/n) hair was in curls with the help of her friend.
Y/n took a sip of the beer she held with one hand she laid her head softly on the nearest wall her friends ditched her to go hang out with some Ravencloth boys.
The music was being blasted loudly not being to hear any small talk so she roamed the room seeing a few boys high passing a joint she was able to pinpoint one of the guys Mattheo riddle so that must mean his counter part is close by y/looked around once more spotting Theodore..
Her eyes studied him his dark brown curls his tall build and shoving his tongue down his next victim Y/n was taking her time trying to see who it was then to her horror she knew God she was going to murder him.
The girl was a fifth-year one year below them but that wasn't even the worst part she knew this girl she was a sweet Hufflepuff girl whom she tutored a bit and who she protected against a few Slytherin girls whom She had landed big hits just enough to send them a message and to the hospital wing in return the sweet girl made her baked good for a while month.
Y/n soon snapped back to reality once Theodore Watercolor's eyes met here it was honestly disgusting to seem to stare at her as he French kissed a fifth year her face scrunched up disgusted by his sick act as she finished her drink leaving to go to the kitchen for another bottle maybe something stronger to forget what she saw.
(TIME SKIP BC IDK 😣)
For a while now Y/n has been engaging in a conversation with Pansy she was the only member of Theodore's friend group she could stand and they were talking about Theodore be exact.
“It's truly disgusting I mean I've seen him bring back a lot of girls and it's been disgusting to see to make out with them in the common room but French kissing a fifth year?!”
Pansy says as she takes a big sip of her cup Y/n nods in response to her words “Does he have any fucking bloody lines!” she says scoffing as she drinks her beer.
Blind to her in the corner of the kitchen was the little sweet fifth-year “I'm going to go save the princess” Y/n remarks as Pansy grins letting out a giggle “Truly heroic!” she says clapping as Y/n makes her way into the kitchen looking down in the girl crying knees to her chest.
“Hey there my badger” y/n says as she slides down next to the girl handing her a tissue “You look beautiful tonight” The girl's eyes soften once they meet Y/ns “Hello Again..n” she lets out as she sniffs.
“What happened I saw you with him a couple of minutes ago and now I'm sitting on the kitchen tiles with you,” Y/n says trying to comfort the teary eye girl “As Theodore was kissing me he broke out of the kiss and said he spotted an old friend and I said to go say hi!” she says a small smile her cheeks stained with tears.
“After I while I was getting worried I didn't anyone here..e so I began to look for him,” she says as her voice cracks Y/n sighs “And you found him making out with this old friend right?”
Y/n places an arm I've the girl which makes her scoot closer to Y/ns embrace “You're not the first girl sadly that this has happened to” Y/n sighs as she can feel her blood boil she's going to give Theodore a night to remember for sure.
“I'll be right back just need to go to the bathroom okay?” Y/n says as she brings her beer with gets up as the fifth-year nods.
Y/n makes her way around the party and soon finds Theo he can feel the presence of Y/n behind him and slowly breaks away from his hot make-out session “Bambina leave me be for a few minutes” he says to his hookup.
“But the balls going to drop soon and I wanted you to be my first kiss off the-” she's immediately cut off “Ore” says in a stern matter with a cold state she soon backs up scoffing walking away.
“Sorry about that,” Theodore says as he wipes his mouth with a nearby napkin, and a smirk is printed on his good-looking face.
Y/n arms are crossed over my chest as she smiles stabbing her nails into her arm to try and control her anger “The balls gon a drop soon!” someone shouts his watercolor eye locked into her (e/c) eyes .
“So what did you need to talk about? You finally fell in love with me?” Theodore says cockyness in his tone “God no” Y/n says scoffing as a smile is on her face.
“Last time we were together you said you wanted to kill me,” He says smirking and arching his eyebrow staring at me waiting for a reaction “4, 3, 2,1” everyone shouts as they kiss, drink as Y/n lifts her beer “Yea well, New year playboy” she says as she smashes the glass into his he as knocking him out.
“OMG Y/n JUST KNOCKED OUT THEODORE! Everyone is stunned by the sound and the news.
PART 2??? Idk
#reader#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott angst#theodore nott x y/n#fanfic#theodore nott#theodore nott fluff#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter
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I hope we get an interlude abut the boys “vacation” in Africa since it’s longest (?) Cass and John would be apart since meeting so you know he’s driving the boys crazy talking about her and he won’t shut up until he sees her and the only reason he shuts up then is because he’s too busy kissing her
Ok so a little interlude about what Cass gets up to during this mission, a little bit about what John gets up to and their reunion is here.
I think my favorite part of the Africa mission is going to be him meeting her brother, Bobby.
She gives John a present and some letters and an updated photo of herself to give her brother and he takes the task so seriously. And Gale is like then why are you meeting her brother while you're in a fez?
But that is exactly how John meets his future brother-in-law for the first time. And he tells all the guys it's no big deal and he's got it in the bag and they're like then why are you sweating?
And Bobby does his best to be intimidating. But the last time he saw his sister she was crying because he was getting to escape and do something bigger with his life and she was stuck getting shoved into dresses and dragged around like a lifeless doll by Sidney Landry.
And when John speaks about Cass he can tell he worships her. He is smiling and blushing and hands him the gift like he's just delivered the Ark of the Covenant. And he reads the letter Cass has included and she tells Bobby that she thinks, no she scratches it out and rewrites it then crosses it out again, KNOWS that she loves him. And she prays her brother will too because John Egan has brought the color back to her cheeks and makes her giggle and she has never felt safer than she does in his arms.
Bobby asks around about John Egan and his sister. And the men groan and complain that they are lovesick doves just could stare into each other's eyes and just drift around the world happily. They tell him about John punching the RAF Pilot for even daring to mention her. Tell him about the sleep mumbling of his love.
About the way he held her after Berlin and how he brings her flowers every day.
So the last night in Africa, John summons the courage to ask Bobby if they can talk away from the group.
"I love your sister, Lieutenant Colonel Cooper. I've told her I'm in love with her. Told her I will protect her and provide for her as long as this universe will allow me to. She gives me a reason to live. A reason to fight for tomorrow and every day after because I want all the time in the world to be with her. I can never promise her forever but I can promise her my forever and I...I want to marry Cassandra when the time is right, sir. If that happens before I can meet your father, I'd like to have your blessing."
"My father, John, has been praying for a long time that a man like you would ask for his blessing to marry my sister." Cass had always been a wild thing. Mr. Cooper had been delighted with the way she challenged her mother. But he had lost the battle of preserving her independence any further than the turn of her twenties had brought. "I don't want to take that honor from him but I also want my sister to be happy. She deserves it more than anyone."
"I'll marry her everyday, sir. Your father will get the chance to give me his blessing. I promise."
"You have my blessing, Major. Just promise me you'll never try to cage her." John smiles blissfully.
"There is nothing about her I'd ever want to change."
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alf n abe headcanons mostly regarding their relationship as kids because my brain just had an explosion while I was in the shower
These are in random order because I'm bad at organizing shit
* because abes mouth was stitched when he was a baby, he couldn't talk to other mudokons at the farm when he was a young child, so he had little to no friends in his youth, for he was an outcast among his peers. Atleast until he and a young alf met in one of the zulags one day
*alf was a lot older than abe by like a few years when they met, I imagine he was like, 9 years old in mud years when they met, but he was really friendly and outgoing to the young abe, who was more meek and shy
*alf was much more hot headed as a young boy, more then he would be as he grew up, so he often got into scuffles with other mudokons, which gave him a lot of scars and bruises, no one batted an eye because of how common work place injuries were at the farm, but the sweet abe always showed concern and empathy for him, even when he couldn't say it.
*even before alf found out that he and abe shared the same mother in soulstorm he always considered abe his little bro
*whenever abe and alf were clocked out (-aka not being involved in child labor in a corrupt factory-) they would scavenge in garbage dumpsters (which was when alf found his fez as a little boy at one point), steal treats from the meat packing parts of rupture farms, and have conversations with each other before bed
*even when young alf would tease and playfully mock abe, he was very protective of him because of how young and vulnerable he was.
*alf would make tea for him and abe to have together, especially whenever they were on break
*before abe's stitches were loose enough for him to be able to speak, he often wrote on little pieces of paper, which was how alf was able to learn his name when they met
*when alf was promoted to serve brew to employees at the farm as he grew to an adult, he would leave his brew open late very often, mostly whenever he would invite abe to have brew with him or to make abe some chamomile to help him sleep (I headcanon that abe struggles with insomnia and frequent nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night)
*back when abe worked as a midwife to the cattle before being promoted to becoming a floor waxer, alf would try his best to comfort and emotional him whenever the animal he took care of got slaughtered, even when he wasn't always very good at it
*as the two would age, they would end up becoming somewhat distant from each other relationship wise, they wouldn't talk as much as they used to and wouldn't be as close as they once were. That was until one fateful day when abe broke alf out of rupture farms while he was rescuing the others before the factory blew up, after that moment they would begin to rekindle their familial friendship as they go on their journey and so on and so forth, i have a distinct image on how the scenario would go that I want to make into a mini comic some day
#We don't really know how abes stitches got loose but I have this headcanon that abe fidgets a lot. And he would often tug at his stitches as#A form of fidgeting.#I have been thinking a lot about abe and alfs friendship right now if you couldn't tell#Oddworld#*ramble txt
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Damn you, Steven Hyde! - Fluff
Steven Hyde x fem! Reader
A/N: Hi! this is the first one shot i have ever posted anywhere to be honest, but I've been obsessed with That 70s show and I wrote this directly here knowing that i would be forced to post it.
English is not my first language but I always loved to write so hopefully this is not too bad. let me know what you think!
I will make a part 2 of this, that will contain smut.
trope: two idiots in love, a little bit of miss-comunication.
TW: name calling, swearing, bad bad writing, smoking weed, under-age drinking. i think that's all, let me know if there are other things i should consider.
anyway, here we go!
"Oh c'mon, I'll spend the night with you Fez." You promised. "We can watch a movie if you want, your pick." Fez smiled and crunched down a bit, hugging your neck from behind since you were sitting down on 'Hyde's chair'.
"This is why you are my favorite, Y/N/N." He smiled, accent thick on his tongue.
It was true. You were always nice to Fez and, even if you were Eric's twin sister, you were the only girl in the group that was single and Fez always thought he could have his way with you like he did with Donna and Jackie, if they were single.
Being Eric's twin sister had it's good sides. You were your parents favorite. It was more than likely to happen when you are the youngest and a girl. You weren't whoreing around high school like your older sister Laurie had been, and you brother, well Red just thought he was a dumbass while Kitty tried to baby him.
You didn't need that tho. you knew how to stand up for yourself, you were well behaved and your parents trusted you. Even if you did exactly the same things Eric did, it was always more fun to you even if you got caught.
Another thing, your friends were his and, most of the times, vice versa. The both of you had been friends with Donna, Hyde and Kelso since forever, always hanging out in your basement.
The bad side was Hyde. Not him necessarily, but the close relationship with him. You and Hyde would flirt all the goddamn time until your brother got uncomfortable.
Since you were around 11 or 12 that you had been fighting over who sits in that chair just for the sake of it, and that only stopped when you both decided by sharing a look that you would do anything to annoy your brother, so Hyde pulled you to his lap and ever since then, you would always sit on the chair or on Hyde, it basically just became a habit to everyone really.
And you absolutely adored the relationship you had with him. That's what fucked it up, Hyde grew up to be exactly your type. Or maybe your type was based on Hyde. You just know that on your last sleep over with Donna and Jackie when you borrowed your mom's cosmo you figured that Hyde filled all the categories as your dream man. And oh boy, did they tease you about it.
"But in all seriousness." Jackie said after a few laughs. "Hyde would never deserve a girl like you."
And that played over and over in your head.
After that you had gone to the disco and you bugged and bugged and bugged Hyde to come with all of you until he said yes.
That night you had danced with Fez after Jackie and you totally tired him out, after that you tried to dance with Kelso, cheer him up a bit and teach him a few moves so that he could keep up with Jackie before he realised that Fez and Jackie were outside alone.
And even after dancing for so long, you still wanted to keep going. You got that from your mother. The problem was, you obviously wouldn't dance with your brother, specially because he can't dance for the life of him.
"Hey that guy over there looks like he can dance." Donna declared, pointing over your shoulder. "He's been looking at you since you were dancing with Fez." She added quietly, mostly to your brother sake because he was obviously over protective of you.
In Eric's mind, if anything happened to you while you were both out, Red would absolutely kill him for not protecting his precious little angel enough.
"Let's see if he can dance." You add with a smirk, getting ready to get up.
"You wanna dance?" Hyde said before you even could get up. You looked at him puzzled, as did Eric and Donna. "C'mon, let's dance." He got up and grabbed your hand.
So that night you danced with Hyde to Fernando by ABBA. And he told you that he wanted to kiss you. And just for a tiny moment you thought he was joking, before you saw the seriousness in his eyes. And, god, did you wish the song could have lasted just a minute longer because you would've absolutely kissed him right there.
Ever since then, it had been different between you two, but only you had noticed. Hyde didn't want to make you weird around him and since you didn't answer, he took it as a hint that you would always be just friends.
That was another bad side of being a Forman. There were things that were hard to talk about, specially feelings. You got that from Red. But did you want to have the guts to tell Hyde how you felt.
When Christmas came along, he gave you his gift on the cruiser. He didn't get anything to anyone else because he didn't have the Money to do so.
He gave you the polaroid you had taken with Jackies camara on the next town over that you had lost over a rock, paper or scissors game. Hyde put a black frame on it with a bracelet from the concert you went to that night, and it had been in your night stand since he gave it to you.
You got him a new pair of sunglasses. The same exact ones he had and had you worked your ass off to find them. You were the only one who noticed they were broken so the lent would fall out. And he smiled so big when he opened the box, it was like he own a contest.
You thought he got the hint. He didn't. So now here he was, bragging about Chrissy, and the wild sex they just had, and how she had asked him to move to New york.
You weren't even listening until you heard your brothers pinchy voice, telling him he couldn't.
"Damn it Forman, now I lost my train of thought." He got up angry, touching your shoulder so he could sit on the chair. "Hey sweetheart." He said loudly, like he always did, coming to kiss your cheek, like he always did before you both sat back down.
"Hey Hyde." You said with a small smile, but avoided his kiss, reaching for the cruiser keys that were on the table. "What do you say Fez, wanna go grab a few movies?"
"Oh yes. Maybe the pretty blonde that works there will be there." He said excited, reaching for his jacket.
"Wait for us." You said more to your brother, knowing that as soon as Donna was gone and Michael was back they would get high, and you always did it with them, Donna didn't because she didn't like the smell.
Hyde found your behaviour weird since you never acted like that with him but your brother made the stupid joke that you were probably on your period which Donna hit him in the arm for, and quickly got back to trying to get Hyde from going to New york.
When you got to the video store, you gave Fez enough Money to rent two movies and stayed in the car. You cried, and you were woman enough to admit that you cried. Out of jealousy that he was with that Chrissy bitch, that he would leave town, but mostly because he would leave town with her.
You only realised Fez got back because he hugged you and you appreciated it even if you made him promise not to say anything and didn't exactly tell him why you were crying.
As soon as Eric heard the vista's doors closing, he got the pot from its hiding place.
"I don't think is a good ideia Hyde." Your brother said when it started to kick in.
And you blacked out. Not literally, you just didn't want to listen.
"Y/N you gonna help me and Fez out?" Eric asked.
"Nop." You answered, getting up from where you were resting against Michael. "Hyde can go to hell for all I care." And he laughed.
"Don't kiss my ass, sweetheart."
"But Y/N/N weren't you crying in the car because of..." And before Fez could continue, you threw a shoe at him. Yes, a shoe because your stoned mind couldn't think of anything else.
"You were crying?" Eric and Hyde asked at the same time but you quickly ignored them.
"I gotta pee." And with that you left before anymore questions.
The feeling left and Hyde went home to pack his bag, his mind set on going even after your brother's many tries. After dinner and before he went on his 'drive' with Donna, Eric tried to bug the truth out of you but you wouldn't open up.
"You don't want to tell me, fine." He said, annoyed. "I'm going over to Hyde's to try and talk him, do you wanna come?"
"Eric, mom and dad already talked to him, you bugged him all afternoon, me talking to him won't change anything, it won't either if you just keep repeating the same thing." You finally said, finishing up washing the plates from dinner.
"You haven't even said anything, I thought you cared for Hyde a little bit more." He said before he left and you just kept washing the dishes.
After a few minutes Donna showed up, sitting on the high stool as you cleaned the counter.
"Eric went to see Hyde before he left, he might be a bit late." You told Donna, avoiding looking at her knowing that she would know how you felt by just looking at you.
"And you stayed because?"
"It wouldn't matter if I went." Your voice was clearly emotional, not thinking about anything else but losing your best friend Hyde over New York, and the wild bimbo Chrissy.
"He likes you! You could make him stay!" Now Donna got up and you looked at her. "What are you waiting for? For him to leave with that bimbo? He's going to ruin his life in New york, Y/N/N. Talk to him, have him ruin his life here, with us." You laughed a bit.
"Do you really think I could make him stay?" You asked on a small voice, clearly wanting to ask something else.
"Of course!" Donna said. "Hyde is absolutely crazy for you." She smiled and you just left the counter half cleaned before you ran to the living room.
"I'm going out, but I promise I won't be gone long." You said before you tried to leave.
"Hold it." Said Red Forman and, you didn't even register before you stopped and turned back to the living room. "You're finally going to talk to Steven?"
"Yes daddy." You mumbled. You could have tried to fool your dad but it wouldn't pass the Red-dar.
"Take the Toyota. I don't want you walking alone so late at night." He pointed to the keys on the high table behind him.
"Thank you daddy!" You kissed his cheek and ran to the garage pass Donna showing her the keys.
You drove quickly but a lot more careful than you would have done if it was with the cruiser. Parking next to the cruiser, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror, cleaning the remaining tears and fixing your lashes, knowing that Hyde would know if you were crying.
When you got to his front porch, you saw Eric and Hyde sitting, laughing a bit. Nervously, you put your hands on the front pocket of your denim skirt and walked to them, clearing your throat so they would notice you and stop the conversation, never trusting what they talked about when alone and definitely didn't want to over hear.
"Hey Y/N/N, did you walk here?" Your brother asked quickly. "Why didn't you wait until I got back?"
"Red borrowed me the Toyota." You said showing Eric the keys. "Be careful when you back up the cruiser."
"Oh right." He said, looking between the two of you. Eric might be dumb most of the times but this one he could tell. "I guess I'll see you around if I ever go to the big Apple Hyde. Good luck." And with that they hugged, Hyde thanked him, and Eric left.
It might have been a twin thing, but you shared a look and you knew Eric hoped to every God out there that you would get Hyde to stay, even if you were going to try, it made you lose a little bit of hope that it was all up to you now.
"Hey sweetheart." He tried again, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket.
Tears were back in your eyes when you finally got closer to him, pushing him in the chest.
"How dare you, Steven?!" You asked annoyed. "How dare you even think of leaving without saying goodbye?!"
"Sweetheart..." He started, finally noticing the tears on your face, trying to get closer to you but you pushed him again, pointing a finger to his face.
"No. Don't 'sweetheart' me. You were supposed to leave this town with me. Follow me to college like a creep and sneak into my dorm room like we promised." And that's when it hit him.
You had promised that one time on a sleep over when you woke up in the middle of the night and Hyde went to use your bathroom. He was the only boy you would let use your bathroom and he noticed you were up. You both got high on the room just outside your window and made that promise with each other before you went back inside and read to him the book Eric had gotten you for christmas and you both fell asleep.
Before he could respond, you had glued yourself to his torso, crying quietly on his chest.
"Don't go. Please." You asked before he tossed the cigarette aside and hugged you back. He calmed you down, before you pulled back to look at him.
You took the glassed from his face and held his face lightly. "Even if I lost my change with you, Steven, please don't go. I don't want to lose my best friend." You whispered.
And this time it was Hyde that was absolutely speechless, just like you were the night at the disco.
"I think I really want to kiss you right now, y/n." Your breath changed, as Steven reached to put a strand of hair behind your ear. "You don't have to kiss me back if you don't want to."
And with that you took initiative, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, holding your neck and your waist as you passed one hand to his hair pulling him to you and smiled back.
"Promise me another one of those and I might just stay the rest of my life in this stupid town." Hyde joked when you broke a part and you both laughed a bit before you pulled him back in for another kiss.
"Can have as many as you want if you go tell that bimbo you're not going with her." You joked this time.
"Oh baby, are you jealous?" Steven tried to joke as you pulled him inside his house and picked up his bag. "Straight to the bedroom, hum?" He pulled you back by the hips, kissing your neck.
"Steven?" His mother asked, loudly.
"Gotta be quiet baby love." He whispered in your ear.
"Not right now, pretty boy. You got a heart to break." You pushed him back from you a lot softer than you had done outside. "Hurry up and you might just get lucky." Kissing his cheek you, left to the living room.
You knew his mom, and she surprisingly liked you.
"Hey Edna." You gave her a warm smile before she turned from inside the fridge to look over her shoulder.
"Oh hey Y/N! What a beer?" She took two out of the fridge as she asked and turned to you. "Would offer you a soda but I don't have any."
"Yeah sure, I'll take one." You kept your cool.
"Take a seat." She offered and you sat at the small kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"
"Steven came to pick some of his stuff up, we're having a sleep over." You lied easily, taking a drink of your beer.
"You are good to him." She said, sitting across from you and only then you realised that she was drunk. "I think he has a crush on you." Edna laughed.
"Mom." You heard Steven whine from the kitchen door.
"Really?" You laughed. "Do you have anything to say about it Steven?" Before you could embarrass him further he pulled you hand and started walking through the house to get out like it was eating him alive.
"I'm staying at Foreman's tonight." Was all he said before you both left the house, and he forced you to run to the Toyota.
part 2 - to be added.
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Bryce X Athalar is better than any ACoTaR couple
After finishing HOFAS, I couldn't help but think about the discrepancy between the dynamics of Bryce X Hunt, Rhysand X Feyre, and Cassian X Nesta. Bryce and Hunt are indeed ahead of the latter two – they are not a perfect couple, far from it actually, but their inconsistencies make them more real because real people make mistakes, real people have fears and desires, and sometimes, some of them are selfish. Bryce and Hunt, despite reflecting reality, are still fictional characters in a fictional plot – nothing less than the heroes of it, and therefore, if the author intends to keep them together, she must make them an example of a good relationship in the eyes of the readers, which indeed SJM did with them, making them support and protect each other, esteem and respect each other despite their difficulties.
However, the same did not happen with Feysand or Nessian. Truth be told, it seems like the author made an effort to hide the many imperfections that both ACoTaR couples possess. So far, since I had read this saga first, I thought Sarah J. was incapable of understanding what a healthy relationship was. After all, Feyre was not only sexually abused by Rhysand but also physically and psychologically tortured by him in the first book, besides having her choice regarding their baby stolen from her, and Cassian, who judged Tamlin so much, never volunteered to support Nesta if it meant going against the Inner Circle, besides, obviously, judging Nesta at every turn and serving as her jailer for much of ACoSF, almost never saying or doing anything to defend her from Rhysand's fury – things that, under no circumstances, should be an example for any reader, especially considering that most are young and may not have the necessary insight to understand that it is not good and should not be romanticized.
That is, reading CC3 was quite surprising. I expected that, given the subplot between Bryce and Hunt, and also given SJM's pattern and history, Hunt would end up taking some improper action towards Bryce. However, that was not what happened. If this means any turning point in the events of the next ACoTaR book, it's a very, very welcome development.
Bryce X Athalar é melhor que qualquer casal de ACoTaR
Após terminar HOFAS, fiquei pensando na discrepância existente entre a dinâmica Bryce X Hunt, Rhysand X Feyre e Cassian X Nestha. Bryce e Hunt de fato estão a frente dos últimos dois – eles não são um casal perfeito, longe disso aliás, mas esta ou aquela incongruência que possuem os torna mais reais, porque pessoas reais cometem erros, pessoas reais têm medos e desejos e, às vezes, alguns deles são egoístas. Bryce e Hunt, apesar de refletirem a realidade, ainda são personagens fictícios em uma trama fictícia – nada menos do que os heróis dela, e, portanto, se a autora pretende mantê-los juntos, deve fazê-los como um exemplo de bom relacionamento ante os olhos dos leitores, o que, de fato, SJM fez com eles, fazendo-os apoiar e proteger um ao outro, estimar e respeitar um ao outro apesar de suas dificuldades.
Todavia, o mesmo não aconteceu com Feysand ou Nessian. A bem da verdade, parece que a autora se esforçou para esconder as muitas e muitas imperfeições que ambos ambos os casais de ACoTaR possuem. Até o momento, como eu tinha lido esta saga primeiro, achei que Sarah J. fosse incapaz de entender o que era um relacionamento saudável. Afinal de contas, Feyre não apenas foi sexualmente abusada por Rhysand, como também foi física e psicologicamente torturada por ele no primeiro, fora ter roubado sua escolha em relação ao bebê deles, e Cassian, que tanto julgou Tamlin, nunca se prontificou a apoiar Nestha se isso significasse se colocar contra o Círculo Íntimo, além, obviamente, de julgar Nestha a todo e qualquer momento e servir como carcereiro para ela em boa parte de ACoSF, quase nunca dizendo ou fazendo algo para defendê-la da fúria de Rhysand – coisas que, sob hipótese alguma, deviam ser exemplo para algum leitor, ainda mais se levarmos em conta que a maioria são jovens que não têm a perspicácia necessária para entender que aquilo não é bom e tampouco deve ser romantizado.
Isto é, ler CC3 foi bastante surpreendentemente. Eu esperava que, dada a subtrama entre Bryce e Hunt, e também dado ao padrão e ao histórico de SJM, Hunt acabasse tomando alguma medida indevida em relação à Bryce. Porém, não foi o que aconteceu. Se isso significa alguma guinada nos eventos do próximo livro de ACoTaR, é muito, muito lucro
#hofas spoilers#cc hofas#hofas#anti sjm#or not yet#anti feysand#anti rhysand#anti feyre#feysand#feysand ins't cool#nessian#nestha archeron#cassian#rhysand#feyre archeron#bryce quinlan#hunt athalar#bryce x hunt#acotar#acosf#a court of thorns and roses
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hii !! i love your fezco/ashtray imagines a lot, i was wondering if you could write smth like fezco x sunshine reader who has a rlly close platonic bond with ash and they’re both v protective of her and just some fluffy domestic stuff 🫶
I love writing this type of trope with Fez and Ash. Warms my heart.
"I don't know why you're with him." Ash calls out suddenly, lifting the blunt from his lips as Fez and I both turn to look at him, shocked and mildly disappointed that he's tearing our attention away from the movie playing on the TV.
"What do you mean?" I ask, lifting my head from Fez's lap so I can sit up, still tucked safely in the crook of his side and I link my fingers with Fez's hand that's never left my shoulder as I shifted.
"He's so fuckin' tough and shit a-and he's seen some shit and you're just..." Ash pauses with a taunting expression, trailing off as Fez's shoulders square, totally prepared to stand up for me against Ash's incessant teasing.
It's been this way since Fez and I started seeing each other; all three of us would be hanging out and all of a sudden Ash and I would be taking shots at each other until one of our 'insults' forces a laugh out of the whole room- like true siblings.
Sometimes Fez jokes that Ash and I are more like siblings than they are.
"Just what, Ash, spit it the fuck out." Fez mutters, taking a hit off his joint before hanging it in my direction but I hold a hand up to him, waving the smoke from my face.
"You're so nice." Ash's words are a compliment but they don't exactly sound like they're meant as a compliment especially with the sassy smirk that spreads easily across his lips.
"Am I'm not nice?" Fez asks, feigning offense with a quiet laugh and I reach over to pat his chest, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.
"You're the nicest, Fezzy." I whisper, dragging his attention towards me as he leans down, pecking my cheeks a few more times before he tilting his head just right to catch my lips in a brief kiss. Ash groans in response to our outward display of affection but it only makes me want to do it more, a snicker escaping me and Fez smirks.
"Thank you baby."
"You're literally like the fucking sun and he's like a fucking storm cloud, dude." Ash sits up, waving his hands between the two of us, trying to get the point across but it's a point that Fez and I are painfully aware of already. We're different, we always have been, but in the ways that I've made him softer, he's helped me grow a bit of a backbone.
And in this household, you need a pretty damn strong backbone.
"Yeah well, when you're old enough, you'll realize that opposites do attract." I throw a wink in his direction which forces a scoff and an eye roll from Ash as he rises to his feet, muttering under his breath as he passes us.
"When I'm old enou- shut the fuck up." He thwacks the side of my head as he walks by and Fez chuckles, head tipping back in laughter.
"Love you Ash!" I call out, hearing the sound of his bedroom door closing and I feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment that I was finally able to tease him into submission. I won!
It only took nearly two years of knowing him.
"He doesn't like to be teased." Fez chuckles, looking down at me with a soft look, a knowing smile spread across his lips as I shrug. I tuck my knees to my chest, reaching up to cup his cheeks in my hands, squishing his cheeks playfully.
"Well then he needs to stop teasing me."
"That's never gonna happen."
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Wolfwood
-Nicholas D Wolfwood because he looks like my dad (mexican), he's catholic, his life's purpose is to protect children (against the church), and he's got eldest daughter syndrome. He doesn't want to be doing any of this he's someone's older brother who's working 3 jobs to pay his family's mortgage. Eldest of thirty. In canon forced to take care of his younger foster siblings.
-Wolfood y leorio porque son dos morenazos tetones
-Nicholas D. Wolfwood aka el Nicolás Villalobos. Lo tiene todo. Catholic guilt. Homosexualidad reprimida. Problemas emocionales. Energía de hermano y primo mayor. Tits out guns out. Escucha Chayanne mientras va en moto me lo dijo él mismo
-WOLFWOOD FROM TRIGUN. WHY - THE MEXICAN CATHOLIC SWAG OF IT ALL.
-Nicholas D Wolfwood (Trigun)El chabón tiene todo para ser latino. Morenito, con traumas católicos, canchero, esa nariz que denota que no es un blanco cualquiera ❤️
-el don nicolas de trigun 199algo. solo miralo.
-nicholas d. wolfwood ya todos sabemos por que, este blog completo tiene posts de por que. el tipo es ecuatoriano/colombiano vamos ptm. (imagen del perrito wolfwood que dice te quiero mucho latinoamerica)
-nime (2023)
Anime (1998)
Manga
KANJI
ニコラス・D・ウルフウッド
ROMAJI
Nikorasu Dī Wurufuwuddo
ALTERNATE NAMES
Reveal
DEBUT
Episode 4: Hungry!
APPEARS IN
Trigun Stampede
RACE
Human, genetically modified
VOICE ACTOR
JP: Yoshimasa Hosoya
EN: David Matranga
STATUS
Reveal
FAMILY
Reveal
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We're nothing like God. Not only are our powers limited, but we are sometimes driven to become the devil himself.
NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD
Nicolás D. Wolfwood de Trigun. ¿Es un pedazo de carne Y es Católico? TIENE que ser Latino no hay de otra!
-nicholas d wolfwood de trigun maximum por que lleva con el una cruz gigante y tiene tetas grandes 🥰
-Nicholas Wolfwood nomás porque es un moreno que está bien pinche guapo!!! Aparte las tetas que se carga son un patrimonio de Latinoamérica
-Nicholas D. Wolfwood, because he's the perfect man & I love him. I'm sure there's more lmao I can't think of anything good rn it's so late. I just see other people adding him & I want to up our chances of getting him in the poll
L Lawliet
-L death note. ele já foi reclamado pela comunidade otaku latam faz eras e qualquer evento tinha pelo menos quatro cosplays dele de chinelo. e L porque ele fez o L, é óbvio
-L Lawlight de deathnote porque es canónicamente mesclado y le encanta azúcar
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